Well Worked Hands

I wrote this poem for some one that I adore and look up too, and is also my hero.

Well Worked Hands 

Your hands are stained with grease,

From all the mechanical work.

Your hands are roughed and calloused,
From all the weather and the dirt.

Your hands are big and bulky.
They are strong and well worked.

 

The hands that are a comfort
To people that you love. 

Behind those wonderful hands,

Is a person people respect.

By Evelyn Creon